A warm pleasant evening in summer saw the members of Tithebarn Lodge No 8446 gather with their families and friends to enjoy an evening of 10-pin bowling. On this occasion however, formality and structure were thrown out of the window in favour of good old-fashioned fun.
It became clear from quite early in the match that Alan Mitchell and Len Wiseman had played this game before, their efforts being greeted with much heckling including comments like ‘ringer’ and ‘hustler’ being earned by their personal high scores.
After a slow start, Keith Jackson started to put some scoring streaks together, proving it is possible to improve with age! Joe Keane also had a style of his own for, having bowled his ball; he simply walked away back to his seat without a backward glance. On one occasion he was in his seat before his wood scored a ‘strike.’ On looking up, his expression seemed to say: “Did something interesting happen?” He was dubbed ‘Mr Cool’. His mum Jane put in some solid scoring for their team and ended as one of the high scorers of the evening.
Notable scores were also recorded by Len Wiseman’s girlfriend Trish, Ken and Diane Greenwood and Belinda Mitchell, all of who enjoyed the happy spirit of the evening.
Grahame Whattam began to put a string of strikes together during the event, which earned him the title ‘The Strike King’, but he came back to earth after awhile. At the other end of the spectrum Glenn O’ Brien was doing his best to put as many attempts down the gulley as he could. He managed a unique achievement though, by recording a strike without even bowling a ball. However, after the following three players enjoyed the same sort of luck it was discovered that there was a system fault. Towards the end of the match Glenn tried to ensure that at least one bowl went down the middle of the alley (he failed!). He used the children’s launching frame, which is 10-pin bowling’s answer to a zimmer frame! Everyone thought he was taking about turning 65 a bit too seriously! A really entertaining evening was concluded not by speeches or prizes, not even a Chorley raffle; just bragging rights to the victors. That is, everyone!